New Lease of Life
When words got sculpted
In a frozen melody
The poet went on a leave
To meet his muse,
Who stood by the tree,
Basking in the moon light ...
Then blew the breeze from
Across the ocean ...
And the melody rung in the air
Giving the poet a new lease of Life!
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